Not four weeks ago I sat down at the computer, searched the ASIC website to see if the name “MUM’S TAXI” was taken, realised it wasn’t and registered my business.
I’d just arrived home from seeing my lawyer and putting my signature on the divorce papers. I’d cried all the way home. In a matter of a year I’d lost my home and discovered that no bank was going to loan me the money to buy another one on my paltry income of $38,000 per annum. I’d lost my marriage.
I’d just had brain surgery in February to stent an aneurysm. I had four teenagers to raise and the four casual jobs I had were fun but exhausting me. No matter how hard I worked, I couldn’t earn enough to get the bank to give me a home loan to buy another house. I was 47 and about to start driving Ubers in my spare time.
In case you missed it, you can now find your Uber rating. Yep the rating drivers have given you.
My tears were also tears of fear. And trust me I’m not a fearful person. I took to stand-up comedy at 34 and became the first female footy coach of teenage boys in Australia in 2013. But I was scared of being in a car, my own car, with men who I didn’t know and could be drunk or high or angry or violent.
I know there are fabulous blokes who’d never dream of causing a woman distress. They just don’t come with a Harry Potter scar sadly. And in a small space travelling at speed it’s a risky situation.
I dried my tears and weaved my way through the boxes, bike helmets and school bags. I thought of calling one of the kids to growl at them for not bringing in the washing. I couldn’t stop thinking about the driving job. I so did NOT want to do it.
‘Why can’t I spend my time driving girls like my 18 year old daughter and her gorgeous but so young friends? Or women like my grandmother? That’d be lovely. Why can’t I just drive women?’ I decided that if you want something done you have to do it yourself. So I brought in the washing and registered the company.
I immediately knew how I wanted Mum’s Taxi to look and feel for both drivers and passengers. (Don’t worry I’ve already been bagged for the name. I want the passenger to feel like she is being collected by her mum, not that my drivers have to be mums).